Chapter 11: Emptying The Magazine
After saying that, Li Gaoyuan waved his hand: “Brother Su, since that’s the case, let’s go to the church to take shelter first.”
Su Yaoyang shook his head: “Officer Li, to be honest, I still have my family member at the inn whose fate is unknown. I need to go pick her up first, then meet up with you at the church.”
“Kid… are you playing us?” Seeing Su Yaoyang like this, Xu Dapeng couldn’t hold back anymore and pointed his gun at him angrily: “You’re the one who said to go to the church to hide, and you’re also the one dragging your feet!
Tell me… are you trying to tip off the Japs and sell us out?”
“Clack-clack-clack…”
As Xu Dapeng’s words fell, the sounds of racking bolts rose one after another, with more than a dozen dark gun muzzles aimed at Su Yaoyang.
“Pah!”
Su Yaoyang didn’t indulge them either. After glaring back at them, he spat on the ground and cursed: “Do you defeated remnants even need me to sell you out?
Don’t forget, if I hadn’t stepped in to save you just now, you’d all be ghosts under the Japs’ guns by now. Why bother with the extra effort?”
“Uh…” Xu Dapeng was immediately speechless upon hearing this, only then remembering that their group’s lives had just been saved by him. If he really wanted to harm them, why go through the extra trouble.
Thinking of this, he awkwardly scratched his head, lifted his head wanting to say something, but saw Li Gaoyuan looking at him with eyes like he was staring at a retard. A wave of shame and anger welled up, so he could only lower his head again and stay silent.
“Alright, you idiots, you can’t even tell good guys from bad guys.”
Li Gaoyuan sighed helplessly and said to Su Yaoyang: “Brother Su, our lives were saved by you. There’s no reason not to trust you.
Here’s the deal: we’ll go ahead. You go to the inn to pick up your family member and hurry over immediately. We’ll meet at the church.”
“Alright then… see you at the church!”
Su Yaoyang nodded. Just as the group was about to part ways, he thought for a moment and unslung the PTRD-41 anti-tank rifle from his back along with a large bundle of bullets and handed them over.
“Officer Li, this is a Degtyaryov anti-tank rifle produced by the Soviets, caliber 14.5 mm. It can deal with the Japs’ armored vehicles. Take it with you, so you won’t be helpless against Japanese tanks.”
Seeing the PTRD-41 anti-tank rifle Su Yaoyang handed over, Li Gaoyuan was greatly surprised, and the soldiers of the cadre training team like Xu Dapeng looked at him in disbelief.
One must know that the Chinese army today was almost purely a light infantry force, with hardly any good countermeasures against Japanese tanks. The only thing posing a threat to Japanese tanks was the Pak35/36 37mm anti-tank guns purchased from Germany before the war.
Even so, the number of these anti-tank guns was extremely scarce, totaling only a few hundred nationwide.
At that time, an elite infantry division of the National Revolutionary Army had only one directly attached anti-tank company equipped with 4 to 6 anti-tank guns.
A Type A division of over ten thousand men surprisingly had only five or six anti-tank guns, showing just how dire and helpless the National Revolutionary Army was against Japanese tanks at the time.
Looking at the anti-tank rifle Su Yaoyang handed over, which was over a man’s height, Xu Dapeng and many soldiers of the cadre training corps around him had red eyes. If they’d had such a big gun earlier, who knows how many brothers’ lives they could have saved.
“You…”
Li Gaoyuan took a deep breath, looked at Su Yaoyang, then at the rifle in his hand, and suddenly chuckled wryly.
“Fine… since you kid say you have connections with the foreigners, we won’t stand on ceremony… Dapeng… take the gun.”
“Got it!”
Watching Xu Dapeng snatch the gun and hug it tightly like he wouldn’t let go, a trace of heartache flashed in Su Yaoyang’s eyes. He handed over the bundle of 14.5 mm caliber bullets, then waved goodbye to Li Gaoyuan and the group, heading toward the Laifu Inn.
After parting with Li Gaoyuan and the cadre training team soldiers, the anxious Su Yaoyang quickened his pace immediately. But since he wasn’t familiar with Nanjing’s terrain and the Japanese had already entered the city, he nearly ran into them several times.
Fortunately, after his mental power surged, his perception within a hundred meters greatly strengthened. After dodging several groups of Japanese, the anxious him finally reached the Laifu Inn before nightfall.
But just as he arrived at the street corner a short distance from the Laifu Inn, he saw thick smoke rising above the inn, accompanied by sporadic gunfire.
“Oh no!”
His heart sank instantly, and he dashed toward the inn at full speed.
Just as he turned the corner, Su Yaoyang saw over a dozen Japanese troops surrounding the inn area, with a sergeant-major-like Japanese soldier pointing at the inn’s gate and shouting something.
Soon, two Japanese soldiers pulled two Type 91 grenades from their packs, pulled the pins, struck them hard against their helmets, threw them under the gate, and ducked aside.
“Boom…”
The sturdy gate of the Laifu Inn was blasted open by two massive explosions, the door frame hanging askew, broken wood and rubble scattered everywhere, dust billowing.
Thick gunpowder smoke filled the air, mixed with a scorching smell that choked the breath. Through the smoke, one could vaguely see the surrounding Japanese beasts cheering excitedly. They stood up from cover one after another and swarmed toward the inn gate.
They’d seen two extremely beautiful girls in this inn earlier from outside. Today was their lucky day.
At the moment the Japanese soldiers rushed toward the inn, two M24 stick grenades suddenly landed at their feet from who-knows-where.
The rear sergeant-major saw this and his voice changed in fright, shrieking hoarsely: “Watch out for the grenades!”
But his warning came too late. The two grenades hissed with green smoke on the ground like angry beasts lying at their feet, followed by a massive explosion.
The two M24 grenades exploded violently, the deafening roar echoing in the air.
What followed was a pungent and thick gunpowder smoke spreading out, quickly enveloping everything that had been clearly visible.
Shrapnel flew like raindrops, scattering in all directions, slicing through air and life, tearing everything around to shreds.
The smoke gradually cleared, but the ground was a mess, with most of the Japanese soldiers lying in pools of blood, their uniforms stained spotty with blood.
Before the Japanese could recover from the explosion, a figure had already leaped out from behind and pulled the trigger on them.
“Da-da-da…”
The Thompson submachine gun equipped with a 100-round magazine unleashed terrifying power at less than fifty meters.
In just seven seconds, the 100 rounds were emptied, and seven or eight Japanese still dazed from the explosion were instantly engulfed in the hail of bullets…
